At the Beginning of the Game, I Relied on My Game Memory to Conquer the World.

Dajian Mountain, in front of Jiange Mountain Gate. The leader of the Netherworld, Ye Xuan, stood in black robes at the head of the crowd, twisting a fragment of a page with ghostly light between his fingers, and his voice spread throughout the seventy-two peaks: "Twenty years ago, your old master took it to Yanmen Pass. He failed to come back; Ye returned to his seat." "Today I personally delivered it to Jiange. Is there anyone else who is worthy of coming to pick it up?" The mountain gate is dead silent. Until a young man in a green shirt with a sword on his back slowly walked down the long steps. Someone recognized him and whispered: Isn't that the outer disciple who just joined the mountain sect three years ago... Jiang Lin? "Take?" Jiang Lin shook his head, "No need." "On its own, it knows the way home." In an instant, thousands of swords resounded in the back mountain sword tomb, and the ancestor's sword "Eleven", which had been dormant for twenty years, broke through the ground and soared into the sky, wrapping around to recognize its master; the sixth form of the Qinglian sword technique that had been lost for twenty years - "Lian Sheng Ninth Grade", slowly bloomed under his sword. Ye Xuan's pupils suddenly shrank: "This style is lost with the broken page. Where did you learn it?!" "What you took away was just a page." The sword light surged, and the sword energy of Dajian Mountain soared into the sky, visible for hundreds of miles. "The sword of Jiange is never on paper." That night, the sound of swords was heard everywhere in Shu. There was an old man with white hair, facing Dajian Mountain in the distance, kneeling down and crying bitterly—— Jiange, is back. And all of this only started three years ago: an outer disciple who no one cared about stumbled and fell off a cliff. … Lin Yue traveled through time and entered the 3A martial arts masterpiece "Martial Arts" that he had worked on for a thousand hours. He fell off a cliff at the beginning, but fell into the hidden magic relics that all players on the server had not found for three years. The script of this world has been unfolding since the moment he fell off the cliff.